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7 M2 z1 J5 U& T+ ~+ \; M7 B6 w2 J! `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Y, Y$ p" I( E) q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ e% i4 _) R. k$ {) W4 p) n! J4 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," y1 _3 F% Y, k1 h* R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 G5 |' y, u$ J# }3 g% _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
\, e8 o! M- Z5 g; i. T% R' aHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 u6 Q+ z, n- k
How you tried to set them free, / Q, _1 v. T7 }/ I; y& C: Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / {0 J* Y$ ~& a' i; A8 C8 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # F4 u r5 u! ]; |3 L5 R3 w8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^ ]% B& F2 z E6 k8 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. O( F) Q& Y" S# r; ]4 C) T! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # S1 Q; B3 I; }: j: Z9 u& {
* R9 }* V' \# B3 m1 m% [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 Q" J& Z% o7 ?% l: l2 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 D8 X2 {! b! ?3 V8 `8 q$ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 h! I6 z( C3 w v \4 @. ^: W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 o- x! X; r" H6 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' h* g0 W5 X7 s! L1 W2 N2 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 d( X6 Y: x* ?3 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ]4 i) {+ M: w7 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, p3 O/ O6 \- ^5 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: i; d! @1 R1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) w6 P) R4 [0 q2 w* ]
How you suffered for you sanity,$ a4 p% z' I9 j. J+ g! I
How you tried to set them free,
! f# \ b; W; M- M( ~( xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 h2 |( x7 v% c) UPerhaps they never will. |
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